Effie Ogilvie: the story of a young life; vol. 2Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Effie Ogilvie: the story of a young life; vol. 2
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Fiction
Then out of the further depths of the safe he brought a bundle of papers
over which he nodded his head a great many times as if with
satisfaction. At this moment something seemed to disturb them, some
sound apparently in the house, for they both looked towards the door,
and then the lamp was suddenly extinguished and Effie saw no more. It
was a curious scene--the diamonds lighting up the dim room, the woman
in tears offering them to the man, he refusing, holding his little
bundle of papers, the unusual dress, the air of excitement and emotion:
and then sudden darkness, nothing visible any more; yet the certainty
that these two people were there, without light, concealing themselves
and their proceedings, whatever these might be.
Effie had looked on scarcely knowing why, unaware that she was prying
into other people’s concerns, suddenly attracted by the gleam of light,
by the comfort of feeling some one near. The putting out of the lamp
threw her back into her panic, yet changed it. She shrank away from the
window with a sudden fear of the house in which something strange, she
knew not what, was going on. Her mind was too much confused to ask what
it was, to make any representation to herself of what she had seen; but
the thought of these two people _in the dark_ seemed to give a climax to
all the nameless terrors of the night.
She went on by the side of the house, not knowing what to do, afraid now
to ask admission, doubly afraid to turn back again, lost in confusion of
mind and fatigue of body, which dimmed and drove out her original
distress.
Now, however, she had come to the back regions in which the servants
were stirring, and before she was aware a loud “Who’s that?” and the
flash of a lantern upon her, brought her back to herself. It was the
grooms coming back from the stable who thus interrupted her forlorn
round.
“Who’s that?--it’s a woman--it’s a lassie! Lord bless us, it’s Miss
Ogilvie!” they cried.
Effie had sufficient consciousness to meet their curious inspection with
affected composure.
“I want to see Miss Dirom,” she said. “I lost my way in the dark; I
couldn’t find the door. Can I see Miss Dirom?”
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